If You Can Remember Poem by Rahman Henry

Rending the veils of this visible night,
Speak out, you speechless voice!

In this black tiles darkness, bow to a smooth tone
And turn into a song, be played
A melody throughout silent fields!

Swinging your well shaved mane, speak out,
You, the horse gradually coloring brown to blue!

Warmth, adjacent to the sun, arouse with burning music...

If you can remember
That soft gems are the primal rocks
That separated hearts are the labor-room of stones

Wrath of an ancient river,
Speak up for oblivion faces and tones!